Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

There were a few thin layers of clouds floating in the sky, the sparse and gentle sunlight passed through the gaps, and shone on the gauze curtains. The sticky and soft atmosphere in the room was still very strong, and Song Jiqing's face was still covered with a faint layer of pimples. Red, seems to be sleeping comfortably.

The delicate kiss stretched from the neck to the cheek. Song Jiqing frowned and snorted. Suddenly, he felt something poked at the base of his thigh. The brain that hadn't fully woken up relied on the intuition of many days to let his mouth make a sound. "Cheng Mu, aren't you tired?"

The slightly rough short hair rubbed against the side of his face, "What's wrong? You just woke up." Cheng Mu asked in a very irritating tone.

Song Jiqing pinched Cheng Mu's arm and whispered, "Don't come in the morning."

"I'm going to get up," he said.

"Okay, let's get up, get dressed first." Cheng Mu smiled briefly, kissed Song Jiqing's lips, and moved away, "What's the plan for today?"

"Go to work today." Song Jiqing jumped out word by word, his lips opened and closed, and the lips made him softer, "My studio, do you want to go and see it?"

The studio has been in preparation for a while, and has been busy with renovations for the past few days, and it was not until recently that it was gradually approaching completion.

Cheng Mu pinched his chin and said, "Okay."

The studio is on the second floor, go up the stairs, turn around the corner, and the signboard of the studio will appear in front of you, "Wooden studio?" Cheng Mu turned his head and asked Song Jiqing.

Song Jiqing blushed and scolded, "You're just a piece of wood."

Cheng Mu has long legs and big strides, he catches up to him in a few steps, "Why are you angry, Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing pretended he didn't hear, and didn't struggle if he couldn't break free from Cheng Mu's hand, and put his index finger loosely on the back of his hand, idly touching the veins on the back of Cheng Mu's hand, very sexy.

Recently, Song Jiqing has always been easily attracted by some small things about Cheng Mu, and from time to time fell into a deeper period of infatuation.

After simply walking around the studio, Song Jiqing's stomach started to growl, and Cheng Mu pretended not to hear it.

Song Jiqing was annoyed for a while by himself, went to poke Cheng Mu's hand, and said, "Eat."

"I don't eat in the morning," Cheng Mu deliberately pretended to be aggressive, "Now I'm hungry again."

Song Jiqing has been raised a little more delicate recently, and started to find reasons for himself, but his voice was still not loud, "It's all your fault."

"What's my fault?" There was a slight smile on the corner of Cheng Mu's mouth, but he hid it well.

"Tossing around," Song Jiqing muttered, "Don't let people sleep, let me lose my appetite in the morning, it's your fault."

"Okay, blame me." Cheng Mu stroked Song Jiqing's soft hair and smiled softly, "What do you want to eat?"

"Braised trotters, braised chicken feet, braised..."

Before Song Jiqing could finish his sentence, Cheng Mu's smiling eyes changed, "These are not allowed to be eaten."

"Take it easy," Song Jiqing said desolately, "You've faded away from me."

Cheng Mu took a soft breath, "You can't eat too much."

"Okay!" Song Jiqing giggled, "Have a taste."

After ordering takeaway to be sent to the studio, Song Jiqing secretly ordered +1 on the takeout order while Cheng Mu was not paying attention, but the lo mei delivered was twice as much as what Cheng Mu originally ordered.

Song Jiqing's eyes were shining brightly, Cheng Mu looked at him with dark eyes, "Song Jiqing."

"What's the matter?" Song Jiqing put on the disposable gloves on his own, and waved his hands towards Cheng Mu as if showing off, "I'm going to start. If you don't eat, I'll eat it all."

Cheng Mu's eyes changed again and again, but Song Jiqing ignored him, gnawed on the pig's trotters so fascinated, after a long time, he licked the corners of his mouth, looked at Cheng Mu aggrievedly and said, "Cheng Mu, my mouth is so hot..."

"I told you not to eat so much." Cheng Mu frowned, stood up and poured water for him, "Drink slowly." Filled a glass full of warm water, and handed it to Song Jiqing's mouth.

After drinking the water, Song Jiqing conscientiously picked out a sliced ​​lotus root, "Try it?"

Cheng Mu still frowned, opened his mouth, and took it with a frown, "What's so delicious about this?"

Song Jiqing laughed happily, narrowed his eyes, "One more piece."

Cheng Mu opened his mouth according to his words, and then commented: "It's so-so."

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感谢在2022-04-0422:38:50~2022-04-0822:07:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Strawberry.1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Changbai Mountain Divine Tree. 15 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!